Konrad smiled. “I guess now that she’s a magazine writer, she needs to use her brain.”
Gwyneth’s eyes widened. “She’s a what?”
“A writer.”
Gwyneth practically flew down the stairs, not bad for a witch without a broom.
Morgaine groaned.
Konrad scratched his head. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told her that, since she was looking for someone to edit her books.”
“What’s that, Chad?” Morgaine cupped her ear. “He says Dottie will do it. He heard her offer to help Jason write his memoirs.”
Konrad stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry. I totally didn’t see that coming.”
“No worries.” Morgaine tipped her head. “Hang on, Chad has something else to say.” She chuckled. “He said that once Dottie reads Gwyneth’s erotic novels, she’ll probably jump Ralph’s bones, and maybe that’ll help her relax.”
“Hey, can you ask Chad something for me, since you’re talking with him right now?”
Morgaine paused a moment and laughed. “He said, ‘Sure.’ Go ahead and ask him yourself. He’s invisible, not deaf. I’ll just let you know what he says in response.”
“Oh, okay. Uh, Chad, would you allow another roommate to move in when Joe moves out? If it’s someone you know and like, one of us, I mean.”
She cocked her head and listened. “He wants to know why you want to move in with a ghost.”
“Dottie said half the rent is better than none, and since I only have half the rent and will be spending a lot of time at my girlfriend’s place anyway—”
Morgaine nodded. “Makes sense, but maybe Gwyneth could move over there for a while, if not permanently. Since we’re not getting along all that well, maybe putting a little distance between us would help. What do you think, Chad? Would you be willing to have Konrad or Gwyneth as a roommate?”
She paused and then said, “He’s thinking it over.”
She tipped her head back and forth as if ticking off the seconds it took to answer a question onJeopardy. At last she had an answer. “He says he’s still not sure, but if he did allow it, he’s partial to Gwyneth.”
“Why?”
She listened another minute, crossed her arms, and sighed. “He said, not only can she talk to him, she’s wicked pretty and walks around in the buff.”
Konrad sighed. “Oh, well, it was worth a shot.”
Morgaine straightened, and her eyes lit up. “I don’t think you need to worry. You might be moving in with your girlfriend soon anyway.”
He balled his fists. “I won’t sponge off my girlfriend.”
“I’m not saying that.” She smiled, and there was this knowing look on her face.
“Do you know something I don’t? Did you get one of your psychic flashes?”
“Maaaaybe.”
He leaned back and studied her for a moment. “If anything I’d rather she move in with me. I can’t imagine finding room to house my whole library. Her place is smaller than mine.”
“It sounds like you’ve thought about it.”
Konrad chuckled. “Maaaaybe.”
***
Roz took her fighting stance. Hands on hips. Eyebrows knit. Torso leaning forward. She wasn’t going to let some client tell her how to do her job, even if he was her two-hundred-thirty-pound werewolf boyfriend.
